Underworld Kingpin
"Take me to the office."
Qin Yiguan remained calm and gave a low command.
"Okay, okay."
"Brother Guan, this way please. The private elevator is ready."
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses kept bending over.
Qin Yiguan strolled along calmly.
The other party had clearly mistaken him for someone else; in this parallel universe, the face of the equivalent being should be extremely similar to his own.
The Meinan in black's previous actions prove this point.
Since that's the case, Qin Yiguan can take advantage of this unexpected turn of events to directly find his equivalent!
The instant the dedicated elevator doors close.
Qin Yiguan saw the body of the gruesome man in the hall being swiftly dragged away, and then professionals cleaning the floor.
It seems that the brutality of that equivalent entity has been going on for quite some time.
He glanced at the floor button pressed by the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.
Qin Yiguan was slightly surprised that this underground tycoon's office was actually on the fourth basement level.
I had assumed he would be on the top floor of the building, looking down on everyone else.
Thinking of that isotope.
Qin Yiguan couldn't help but feel curious.
A young man, armed with a machete, fought his way up from the lowest rung of the Underworld to the very top.
And this happened in just four short years.
That kid's ruthless and heartless!
But then again, could he have achieved what he has today simply by being ruthless?
That's obviously impossible.
Intelligence and cunning are essential, but in addition, he should also possess some special ability.
What abilities does he possess?
Is it also Consciousness Matrix?
Or perhaps I have some dormant personality residing within him?
Perhaps he also has a "Higher Self".
Anyway.
This guy is vicious and brutal. If you try to have a peaceful conversation with him, you'll most likely end up in a fierce battle.
You can only talk after you've beaten them into submission.
bite.
The elevator has reached -4.
Qin Yiguan clenched his fist slightly, fully alert.
This elevator is for ' Brother Guan's ' exclusive use, so once it's opened, there are no corridors or passageways; the entire -4 level is a huge office.
And surprisingly, it has a Chinese style.
The ceiling is at least 8 meters high, with carved beams and painted rafters, dragons and phoenixes, various artificial mountains and streams, rare antiques, various calligraphy and paintings by famous people, and various antique display shelves.
Looking around, this huge single-level building is at least the size of a football field.
"Mature beyond his years."
"He actually likes these things?"
Qin Yiguan murmured to himself, his gaze passing through various screens and artificial hills in the distance, until he saw a huge mahogany desk deep inside the room. The carving on the desk was extremely exquisite, and it should also be some kind of valuable antique.
The huge mahogany chair behind the desk was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see if anyone was sitting on it.
"Brother Guan, please."
But there he was, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, already standing respectfully at the elevator entrance.
Qin Yiguan paced slowly, his gaze never leaving the enormous desk in the distance.
The only sound in the room was the gurgling of the artificial rockery and flowing water.
This one!
The man with gold-rimmed glasses walking beside me suddenly pointed at an antique painting we were passing by and exclaimed, "The legendary Italy painter Giuseppe Castiglione Lang Shining) was a leading figure in Qing Dynasty court painting. He combined Chinese and Western ideas, creating a unique style of Qing Dynasty court painting. Castiglione was a master at painting horses! ' One Hundred Horses ' is a masterpiece among his more than one hundred horse paintings!"
Qin Yiguan was somewhat taken aback, looking at the gold-rimmed glasses, "Are you sick?"
But then the man with the gold-rimmed glasses scratched his head and said, "Brother Guan, didn't you always tell us to learn more, especially about China history, to cultivate our character and become people of taste?"
"In the past, every time I came to your office, you would always ask us about the origins of these paintings."
"You have no idea how much effort I've put in this past month; I've memorized the origins of all the antiques in this house!"
Qin Yiguan was even more stunned.
This gang leader is a bit different from others.
While employing ruthless and cruel methods, how can one expect their subordinates to cultivate their moral character?
"Brother Guan, look."
"This painting, ' Emperor Taizong Receiving the Tibetan Envoy,' is one of the masterpieces of the Tang Dynasty painter Yan Liben..."
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses kept rambling on and on, as if reciting a text. To put it simply, this guy had just been killing someone in public, and the scene before him was quite a comical contrast.
Qin Yiguan, however, became increasingly curious about this equivalent entity.
At the same time, a question lingered in my mind: why didn't the student react at all when this person with gold-rimmed glasses was reciting the text so loudly?
finally.
Qin Yiguan arrived in front of the huge desk.
But the chair was empty.
Where did he go?
Qin Yiguan's probing question left the man with the gold-rimmed glasses completely dumbfounded.
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses, somewhat confused, said, "He... you... you're standing next to me."
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
The sound of dripping water came from ahead. Unlike the artificial rockery with its flowing water, this water droplet came from the ceiling and dripped vertically onto the desk.
Qin Yiguan raised his head inch by inch.
But then they saw a figure pinned to the ceiling by several steel nails.
The dripping liquid was blood from within the body.
This man was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with short black hair, wearing a leather trench coat, with his chest exposed, and on his chest were criss-crossed scars. He was now a big man, his eyes were bulging, and he would not close his eyes until death.
His face was almost identical to Qin Yiguan's, except that he had an extra fierce and malevolent aura.
But then he saw the man with the gold-rimmed glasses beside him stare wide-eyed, his gaze shifting back and forth between Qin Yiguan and the corpse on the ceiling, his Pupil dilating in shock.
"Brother Guan... you're dead."
Finally, he looked at Qin Yiguan, stammering incoherently.
Qin Yiguan also stared at the figure, his Pupil contracting.
At that very moment, his throat itched, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with his internal organs.
now.
The voice of the Boundless One echoed in Qin Yiguan's mind.
The cause of the unexplained harm has been found.
"In the Metaverse, there is some unknown connection between counterparts. If one dies, you will be injured; and when a certain number of counterparts die, you will also die!"
"Someone is constantly hunting down your counterparts!"